mirror mirror on the wall...

recently ive been so depressed, im not sure i can blog about anything intelligently...

it seemed to be that way with everyone i knew, everyone was having that type of month, you know the one where you wake up and wish you could roll back into bed and not come out until God made everything better, like realign the stars or something....

life hasn't been generally that bad, had a couple of funny incidents recently, even the fact that stuff were determined to go so wrong most days was begginning to get humorous...

after the chapman incident which exschoolnerd has famously blogged on, you would think life would settle down and stop throwing me in the mix, a couple of weeks ago, i was doing nutty stuff with a friend of mine..leaves a lot to the imagination...i can see tatafo antennas going sky high....

immediately after, while still trying to get myself together...i received an sms which read..

"i wish i could give you a mirror to see yourself"

it was ridiculous cos firstly, we were on the top floor in an enclosed space so if anyone had been a peeping tom, he or she should have been doing the peeping with binoculars or at least a telescope...

mirror mirror on the wall, who's been nutty, yea...we all

im distracted, an old crush just stepped into the room....

anyway, the text turned out to have a continuation which i didnt see...cant do this right...see how im typing boring....gotta go..bye

Live for the moment...

The trouble with love is
the way it wraps you around it's finger
and then shakes you off
as if your grip had grown too tight
but then again sometimes it doesn't
you just never know
Sometimes it engulfs you and sweeps you up in it's tide
carrying you away to the land of no returning
No returning to your right mind
to who you were before you met him
The trouble with love is
one way or another you can never return
to who you were before
onje way or another
loving or loosingyou are never the same
and there are no warnings,
no premonitions, no set of instructions
that help you put two hearts together
and keep them beating to the same rhythm
singing the same song in harmony
without the notes turning sour
or the song ending in tears
the trouble with love is we all want it, need it,
are scared to death of it, couldn't possibly live without it,
run away from it, all the while pursuing it,


The trouble with loving is,

It leaves you weak,vulnerable

Open to hurt,untrusting,

Then again sometimes it doesn't

You just never know

Sometimes it builkds you, makes you stronger,

Keeps you soaring, far above your fears,

Above everyone and everything

They cease to exist, fade to black

The trouble with loving is

One way or the other you take a risk,

Changing who you were before

To a lover or a looser

You don't remain the same

No neon signs to potray your status

No rules, No regulations,

Just fall into a chasm of emotion,

Leaping into a void expecting to be caught

Caught and lowered into his arms

To dance to the rhythm of loving him

Whether or not, the sound of the rhythm trails away

You have relished the moments,

The trouble with loving is, experiencing it, basking in it

The good times, the mad times, the times of bitterness,

The times of pure utter joy

We all want it, Want to feel cherished by it

Feel it, Hate it, Love it,

Cant do without it..........

The trouble with loving?

It comes to you; it will come to you.....

Just wait...

huh?

there are three things that are too amazing for me,
four that i do not understand
the way of an eagle in the sky,
the way of a snake on a rock,
the way of a ship on the high seas,
and the way of a man with a maiden...
proverbs 30:18



Amen! i do agree, i won't try to understand everything else, the way of an eagle is for the philosophical, the way of a snake? maybe for those involved with biology...
the way of a ship? thats way too naval for me and ain't none of ma buisness,

but the way of a dude with a chick?

who understands it?

do ya?
even wise King Solomon in all his wisdom couldn't explain it, so who is lil ol me?

who am i to try?

tagged?

okay, so i got tagged....

i was tagged by EXSCHOOLNERD

we all kow the rules.

link the dude, fella or chick that did the deed.

mention the rules...

6 quirks about yourself

tag 6 others

and

leave a comment on those you tagg.


quirks...


hmm,
1.) im way too wierd, for instance i talk to myself...actively...i hold interesting conversations with myself out loud...i hold conversations with inanimate objects as wellmust have started while i was young, didnt speak to anyone at home except dad and he was hardly ever around so had to amuse myself with teddy bears and dolls...gotten me in trouble way too many times to count...i like to eat wierd too, food doesn't interest me until it looks wierd...or its junk food,id kill for junk food...

2) i have always been a loner, i amuse myself alot, read books.watch movies, hold three hour dance sessions with me, me, meeee!
sometimes i think i can't stand people, even though i am awfully nice, i still have issues with people, it's not being snobbish, i just have lil tolerance for low intelligence, fussy females, puffed up males...the list is loooong, very few people manage to sneak into my life....that should make my friends smile...y'all are so worthy...lol

3..i cry at the drop of a hat, it's not hard for me at all...im very weepy, movies, good or bad, even though i just criticised the acting, all i need is to see somene do something i consider niiice and i go all weepy and shit, it's embarasssssing!!!

4...i hate being in love, it makes me feel weak and stupid and vulnerable....so i try my best not to fall in love with anyone...kinda like my loner rule, it's safer that way, but if i do fall in love with you, then you must be some special kinda dude

5....i hate rats and roaches, it's like God put them to earth to scare me to death...i sighted my first rat ever 8 years ago, ill never forget...i still need to tell that story, unbelievable but true....flying and crawling roaches give me the jeebies...id see one of my dreaded r's and all hell must be let loose id apologise for acting completely stupid later...im a very calm girl, not a hair outta place but let me near a rat and you'll see i aint that calm after all...lol

6...hmmm, the sixth will have to be that im terribly in question about my sexuality, i dont think im a lesbian, just intrigued about the prospects...cat got killed by curiosity, i hear...sharrrap!


so i hereby tagg ONE IBO DUDE, CATWALQ AND SANCHEZ...lol

see as i stupidly tagg peeps den don tagg already...

so i hereby change it to OLUWADEE, FINEBOY and i maintain SANCHEZ until he answers exschoolnerd...

Oh well....sigh...xx

in the past 97 days I've grown I have cried I thought I died I've been really happy I've been really sad I've been depressed I prayed for death I prayed like hell I rejoiced as well I made a wish Still waiting... I've lost at love I've gained a friend I lost my inner war I'll stay till the end I've learnt to endure I pray for so much more I've been confused I've been conflicted I've been rejected I have rejected I've been dejected I've been fulfilled I've shown strong will I've been stubborn I've provided I've been provided for I have worked I have rocked I've been fly I've felt that way I've been sly To get my way I've been wily I've been soft I have loved I've been loved I've been jealous I've been angry I've experienced real emotion I've experienced real joy I died in your arms I found heaven I grew up I have faced responsibility I lost at success I learned it's worth I mapped a future I shuddered at growth I've laughed in the face of failure I wallowed in self pity I've worried about you I've wondered if it was true I've been broke I've been rich I prayed he will ask I discovered he wasn't ready I got new openings I discovered myself I've learnt new stuff I've dreamt of wealth I've been up to a lot the past 97 days... What have you been up to?

the beggining of the end of the beggining!!!!

i know what that means it dont matter if you dont, ha! it might be like an online diary but i can hog some details....
today has been okey dokey...anoda day, front office wahala...old men requesting my number, young men requesting my number, one offer to move to abuja...don't know what that one is about...this is not a very good time to be at the front office of my company....you see, there is a state of emergency right now as a company whom we are registrars for is returning money offered to them for thier last public offer...so poor me sheep, thrown to wolves has to handle a lot of angry peeps every day, sometimes i have to caution myself and try not to go mad at people when they act like its in my private accout i lodged thier money in....
imagine a typical scenario of how my day starts, i get to the office before 8, had to learn to fly okada everyday, i get to work and phones are blaring...we all look at each other in chagrin and go return money... its a fight for the unfortunate person that's near the phone to calm the frustrated share holder...
i have had scenarios of i no go leave here today until you pay me my money!
young lady where is my money?????
see me go uh uh em huh huh...
today was good though, im not as tired as i usually am, maybe cos im lookin forward to tommorow and the remaining four days i wont come to work even den wan force me...i have taken all the spitting i can take for my company in the past couple of weeks, i have kept a smile in funny situations, kept a straight face when things where downright funny, dealt with different kinds of smells, did i mention spittle?
anyway, gotta go now, there's this guy looking over my shoulder...if i spend anymore time on this system, he'll be biting me....
before i leave, i need to update on the disaster that took place at work today, we girls dubbed it the pants mysteries....
first....someone bent down this morning and split her pants, unfortunately she had on a string covering har very voluminous assets so i dont need to inform you on how dat turned out....
then the zipper on my pants gave up while attending to a share holder so ive been sagging corporate trouser pants all day...thank God, e never fall, his mercy endures forever...
girlie's red robots showed up early so her pants got a mass of red thingies which of course is height of embarassment seeing she's still trying to fit in and all that, we are on the look out for the next unfortunate person that will be thought a lesson about survival of the working girls....
everything comes handy...razor blades, staple pins, a lil soap in your bag, nails, a hammer if possible, you never kno' wat could happen, so guys if you see us with enourmous bags...not too worry, we have taken this course in survival, we need our kit...
gotta go my guy is cracking his knuckles, it might be my head, his fist.....ciao!!!

hmmm

have you ever checked? did you know that there are over 2,600 bloggers in lagos alone? and over 5000 bloggers with roots from naija..im still amazed...hmmmm
naija people are deep thinkers? or we all like to write? or is it we all need a medium to express ourselves...i got a quote yesterday, let me put it up...

Times are bad, children no longer obey thier parents and everyone is writing a book...
Marcus Tullius Cicero a statesman, orator and writer....

true or false? wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!